Private Correspondence~Xtra~Going Off Half-cocked

GET OFF ME!

If one more person tries to fight with me…

If my brother doesn’t STOP calling me to say how, if something happened down here and Chicago needed to be evacuated, I wouldn’t be able to get out (because of the bridge), and why I need to move to his house for a while…

Don’t ever think you can reject my work as inappropriate. Or…

I am more afraid of my own government and this militaristic security bullshit than I am of the Taliban. One pal told me that Reagan (the ketchup is a vegetable on school lunches president) had the Taliban to the White House and commended them for fighting the Russians. If you don’t stop…

No I do not fly around the country to fuck my friends. I am not interested in doing a threesome with you and your live-in gf. So give up on that idea. Yes I have men friends and yes I like to dance naked but I am not a stripperchick. Look elsewhere. Bug me again and …

I can’t sleep. I wake up out of night terrors. I had two of the dreams fully clear but I have forgotten them now. The one this morning was about being unable to wake up from a bad dream. Good God. Terror within fucking terror. Get out of my fucking brain or …

If you don’t like the content on my websites. Don’t look, it’s that simple. Turn the channel or…

I should stick my shrubs right up your ass. Shut up or…

No I will not ever ever move to the land of goldsmith. Won’t happen and if it did…

No more calls from anyone, or…

I will claw YOUR EYES OUT. I have watched those fucking rabbit-sized birds called crows and I see how they do it… SO GET OFF ME!!!!!